"Open his mouth."
Ignoring ng Hao’s struggles, which were pointless anyway, the man in black pried open his mouth.
Little Nine took out a pill and shoved it directly into his mouth.
"Didn’t you want to be famous? Enjoy the taste of fa."
...
Though Weibo quickly deleted the trending topic, many netizens had already saved it. So, one trending topic fell, and another rose.
Weibo staff were exhausted from deleting posts, but it was all in vain, completely useless.
Later on, when the topic wasn’t as explicit, although borderline, it didn’t violate the national network security law, they just let it be.
What else could they do? They were desperate too!
They couldn’t just cut off people’s internet, could they!
ng Hao beca thoroughly famous; he was so well-known that everybody’s hard drive seed to have him stored.
He suddenly beca the laughingstock of many. ...
For the first ti, he realized n could end up like this.
ng Hao felt like throwing up everything, and when he did, it was like the world was spinning.
Looking at Weibo, he felt utterly hopeless.
It was over for him, truly over.
ng Hao, who thought he’d beco famous, never imagined a day like this would co.
His entertainnt career was over, and he’d live in the shadows, forever branded with this mory.
The price was truly harsh.
That’s the entertainnt world; it’s tumultuous, capable of making soone famous in an instant, and bringing them down overnight.
As the saying goes, hurting others is ultimately hurting yourself. If you do no wrong in your life, ghosts won’t co knocking at midnight.
Tong Yan was bewildered when he saw the news. How could this happen, just like that?
If he wasn’t mistaken, today ng Hao should have been in the hospital; how could he do such a thing there unless soone set him up?
And that person...
Without thinking, Tong Yan made a call, and it was quickly answered.
"Thank you, Yimo." Tong Yan couldn’t help but laugh.
Bo Yimo: "Babe, just saying thank you isn’t sincere enough."
Tong Yan: "What do you want?"
Bo Yimo: "Let’s hear you call hubby."
Tong Yan: "Hub...by!"
Bo Yimo curved his lips, "You little brat."
His voice was so alluring it was paralyzing, causing a tingle all over.
A few mischievous friends nearby heard this and started to cheer, getting louder. Suddenly, Qiao Jing stood up and snatched the phone, "Sis-in-law, we’re at Diye Bar, Yimo’s drunk."
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